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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 19 2015, 02:13 AM (470 Views) | |
| Fear Claims Every Body | Sep 19 2015, 02:13 AM Post #1 |
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I've been very interested in doing something collaborative with a Super Champion. I'm a screenwriter. I PROMISE I do some much more cinematic and subtle things than the fallowing sample, but it's a fun one so I'm throwing it out. THANKS! “It’s getting worse. Definitely worse. I can’t even understand what she’s saying anymore. Just a lot of pretty words. And I like their sounds. I like the corners of her mouth. It’s better than it was. But, God knows, I swear I think she must be speaking Russian.” “But you speak Russian.” “What’s that? What do you want me to do, huh? You want me to patronize her? I won’t do it! Come on, Doc, I thought you knew better than all of that.” “What about the heaviness?” “HAHAHA! I thought you didn’t believe me about the heaviness? But you can feel it now, that the world does not want to go anywhere, it just wants to sit here like a dog. The sun is still pulling all the weight. But the sun is getting tired and you can feel that the heaviness is growing. I’ve told you this before but I don’t mind repeating, that all of these dolls and trinkets are weighed down by the heaviness of sin!” “I think, as a metaphor-“ “BAHAHA! don’t be such a protestant! If you want to sit in the corner and eat crackers, go ahead, I won’t stop you, but I’m talking to you about the blood of Christ, which you can’t understand unless you understand the blood of the sin of the world. Here I come to you as a friend, and tell you the wife is speaking in Russian and our spines are being crushed to the size of the length of our days, and you want to talk about metaphors?!” “Do you think the wife is related to the heaviness?” “You’re trying to trick me again, dammit. You’re trying to get me to tell you that she is the cause of the heaviness. Or you want me to tell you that it is heavy for me because I am thoughtful or noble or confused or something. You want me to tell you something, after I’ve already told you everything.” “Is she still dancing?” “YES! The dancing! She is so very good even though she has too left feet which is not a metaphor, my kind sir! What she does is, she goes to the balls and stares at the ones with grace. And they seek her out, because of some perversion of lust or pity, and the women will take her with them and dance with her for hours, or the men will fuck her. It is part of her research. It doesn’t trouble me. It troubles her! She says, and one is inclined to believe her, that a man does not know how to do a dance that is not a mating dance. It is a good dance and it’s worth learning, but after that there is no dancing.” “Have you told your wife about the heaviness?” “She has told me.” “How can you know that?” “Because. She wants to be St. John of the Cross. She wants to starve herself so that she can walk out of the bars of this prison without anyone having to turn the key for her. She doesn’t want to shrink under the heaviness: she wants to slide between the bars. It doesn’t matter that she can’t. That is why she can dance even though she can’t dance. Because she wants to. If it were the piano, she’d be fucked, but it’s just dancing. There really is no harm in it.” “And do you ever go dancing with her?” “Sometimes.” “Do you enjoy it?” “Yes, sometimes.” “Sometimes?” “Because sometimes it is nice! Don’t you think so?” “Yes. I do.” “And sometimes, you know, there are great orgies.” “Are there?” “Well, there are large orgies, where in the center the heat reaches upwards, upwards, like a pile of compost until you want to puke on the person next to you, and the sweat pours down to the open mouths of those perverts who take willingly the bulk of the weight, and the tiny feet of what could be children are felt scurrying at the tops.” “Why do you go?” “We go to fuck, or we go to have our bones crushed, but mostly, we don’t go at all.” |
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| wba | Sep 19 2015, 04:52 AM Post #2 |
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The Merciless
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You want some criticism of that piece? Or someone who'd like to work on a screenplay with you? |
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To please the majority is the requirement of the Planet Cinema. As far as I'm concerned, I don't make a concession to viewers, these victims of life, who think that a film is made only for their enjoyment, and who know nothing about their own existence. letterboxd * tumblr * website | |
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| serri | Sep 19 2015, 05:28 AM Post #3 |
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i would like to collaborate on having my bones crushed, but i would really prefer a chaste setting |
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| Fear Claims Every Body | Sep 23 2015, 01:35 AM Post #4 |
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WBA: Sure! serriform: I would get my bones crushed with you any way, any where. We can come back as Samurai Soda Machines, no? |
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| serri | Sep 23 2015, 03:38 AM Post #5 |
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| Fear Claims Every Body | Sep 25 2015, 10:30 PM Post #6 |
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Yeah dude, saw that on your tumblr and can't get it outta my head. Haven't watched it yet. |
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